Graduation is just a week away and it’s really getting me thinking about high school. In the past four years of high school, I definitely changed how I spend my time and what I care about. Comparing myself to who I was as a freshman is quite funny because I really don’t care about the little things I cared about then. High school definitely matured me and prepared me for the big life problems ahead of me. One thing I definitely enjoy more now is volunteering and giving back. When my family went through a rough patch with cancer last year, people were so caring and kind to us.
My last vacation was in 2004 when I was a measly little second grader. I went to Orlando, Fla., where I enjoyed my time at Disney World. This year, my parents have treated me to another vacation. This time, to Las Vegas. Whenever I told people where I was going, they always wondered, “why Vegas?” Of course, everyone probably thinks of The Hangover (one of my favorite movies) when they think of Vegas: gambling, drinking, people getting married and, of course, lights everywhere.
It is crazy to me that I will be graduate in less than two months. That means leaving this town I have spent so many years growing up in. It means I will be one sad girl leaving my family to go off to college. I’m sure everyone else feels the same way no matter where they are going. My friend Karissa, who graduated last year, decided fairly early in her high school career that she wanted to go into the Air Force. She left this past winter for basic training in Texas and has since graduated and is on to studying. I am going to be a few hours away from home.
As many people can tell by my writing, I wonder about a lot of things. For days at a time I think about the same thing, who, what, when, where and why it happens. Recently, I have been thinking about our society and how we act. Although usually I don’t come to a conclusion, this week I have. I decided that we live in a freakishly fast paced society. Maybe it is just us Americans, the “selfish, money-infatuated” people, but I have noticed it getting worse and worse as time goes on. Last Friday, I was at a gourmet sub shop out of town.
While shopping, it becomes very apparent that prom season is under way. Shops are flourishing off of dress sales, hair salons are getting ready to make appointments and tanning salons are getting their specials ready for their big crowd. Last year I went to the tanning salon probably 10 times during the month before prom. That’s what everyone does, right? It’s just the same as going outside and getting a tan right? It’s not.
I look at things at a different way than most people. I constantly find myself asking the question: “why?” I don’t know if I tend to think of things more in depth than people or I just don’t know as much as other people but I am constantly wondering why things work, why things end up the way they do and why life hands some deals to some people and not others. Lately, I have been thinking about generations. My parents constantly say, “Well, when I was your age....” followed by what their life consisted of at the age of 18.
About this time last year, when I was a junior in high school, I decided I was really interested in doing PSEO. PSEO stands for post-secondary enrollment option. A couple of my friends chose PSEO and loved it so I got a little more information and eventually decided to enroll. PSEO is an option for juniors and seniors to take courses at a local college and get both college and high school credit.
Most of us have bought something used, whether it is a car, a tractor, a book, it is always a nice affordable alternative to spending big bucks on something new. Well, how many of us have sold something used? Years ago before the internet entered the market of reselling items, it wasn't always the easiest thing to do. Someone could put an ad in the newspaper, or maybe set it on their front lawn with a "for sale" sign.
It is hard to believe we had our highly anticipated D.A.R.E. program almost seven years ago. That was probably the first essay I ever wrote. I actually just found it the other day. I remember being so proud of it. I wrote about how I will abstain from drugs and how bad they were. Well, I have kept true to my promise and I could not be happier. I see people in my grade, and multiple people younger than me, making bad decisions. I always think back to fifth grade, when we were so innocent and thought all of this was so incredibly bad.
A week and a half ago, my dog Scooby ran away. (Yes, my dog’s name is Scooby and yes I named him myself.) This wasn’t the first time my little escape artist has gotten through his invisible fence to explore the outside world. I’m not going to lie. I was terrified. He has run away before, but never for two days. The longest Scooby was ever gone was a few hours. When he did his little escape trick this time I was extremely worried. My dog is not a puppy, he is over 10 years old.